- Jun 26, 2001
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come on speedy,ttr guy ,aj, i know you guys went out. i'll start. after bidding the KC gang adue,i retired to the hotel bar to compare 7$ hotel beers to 7$ sx beers,when a dude at the bar struck up a conversation concerning my t-shirt and how his brother was in the corps.all fine and good,not one to be aloof,i remark.."that's super" and go back to my experiment. again this chatty lad remarks that he has a "benz" out back with 20" wheels. now this got my attention,so i took better note of whom i was conversing, on the end a quite chap, kinda quite in the richard speck or richard rameriz kinda way and this fellow with the "screw-ed" up benz.my curiosity was peaked. had he been sold this jewel that way or were these his modifications? so,after much reflection i remark"no way dude" , now this chap was overly animated, like you ussually only find in thrill killers, so i go back to my beer. his brother takes the seat in between us and i believe this imboldend our chatty friend to be more forcefull for my acceptance of his "benz" with 20" wheels, as he did persist.directly behind the bar was a window looking out into the alley, at this time a garbage truck pulled up, upon one too many "benz" bits i say"yes, i can see it now,there it is" pointing to the garbage truck.this got a chuckle out of the new member to the bar and seemed to enrage the chatty fellow a bit, so now he tells me about his 69 camaro with(fill in every tired hop up here) and once again i smell a rat and ask him what type of vavle train he has in it, he repeates,verbatim, the speel again, ofcourse not adressing my question.at this point the new member shows me his "gold rolex" hmmm, says i to myself, i believe that to be an immitation, so to be helpful i say "dude you'd better go back to the street corner where you got that and get your money back". i think he was momentarilly stunned,which opend the conversation to mister 20" wheels. now mr 20' wheels is feeling slighted and presses his insitance that i acknowledge his finery in automobiles.well this was infringing upon my experiment so i thought it best to cut to the chase, i start laughing and say" you don't have a "benz" with 20" wheels,you don't have a 69 camaro,and your brothers rolex is a fake,bad fake at that" confident that i put all these matters to rest with my pithy retort i go back to my beer. i do notice now tho, that the three of them are huddling together, hatching some devious plot against me,so not one to leave well enough alone i turn to them and say"the landing is 1 block that way,they've got way better bars ,and they will just love you guys down there" and ,this i notice might have struck a nerve as now mr 20" wheels accuses me of making this a racial thing. "no" says i "this is a stupid drunk thing, i'm drunk and you're stupid" . i can read people pretty well,and i could tell there was going to be trouble, just about the time i was getting ready to drop my beer and go running from the bar,screaming like a little girl i feel a nudge on my left shoulder,here's three dudes in sx gear asking if i'd seen the race,feeling rescued i said "yes" and would they like me to buy them a beer, not being DRN members they accepted and looked around for seat, i said "here's seats guys,these fellas were just leaving to go down to the landing" where as mr 20" wheels stood up and told mr fake rolex and the night stalker"lets go to the landing" and left. no handshakes and they were gone and i had 3 new sx buddie. all's well that ends well.
